Telegram-herald., 1887-03-11


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maod was speedily rsclgni1sd ~ 0ne Of the
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America. he sfots a. thst tine over The
laess .is efisas u asieotis
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Gr1as mend wss taken on ia staff When
ths fa1isUs ractlsD gook place add TIE edl-
tor q this paper bought the Detroit fsates,
GruDmoad sss there. aud when the fElE-
GzAH-H HEKALD came iatO exisseaes The poet.
hGm0risJ dropped 60 a position IA Chi
ca=o and came 20 thss paper
lie haa beea connected sith Various pa
pers Tor a little time, Dot be always came
back 90 his old tutor. Boa. of Pas civ.
TIE Masc9ft- OF Louisville. fac Hyett OF
Chicago, and Others we're am 1ng them. au1
FOR time tEo years aso. be publIshsd
weekly In Detroit caled the Saturday Stir.
The deceased was y wears old. -Four
veaHs sgo he sas married % Mss May
Nogsl, Of WlDdsor. lie leaves her. little
slrt Of two years and baby girl six weeks
Old, penailess. HIS mother Mrs.. George
". orummOud and a sister lively yo0ng
woman. reside Ia Chicago The mother
will arrive from Chicago this afternoon and
until her coming. no arrangements ftr the
funeral will be made, although a special
meeting Of the Grand Rapids Press Club
has been called TO take action on his death
this afternoon.
Coroner Brsdish last evening summoned
the following newspaper men tOr the IN
quest over the deceased journalist: Thomas
W. Fietcher, Will j. Sprost. l.. g. stuart.
Will A. lnnes, Hugh Mcdowell
aud L. d. Conger Mrs. Gram-
mOnd's testimony, which bore ont
the story gwen above. was taken, and the
inquest adjourned until this afternoon.
Il seems such 4 long tims-sitting here at
my desk trying 20 add few words 10 the
above. / cannot make IL seem that George
Is dead Idly have turned the files of this
aud other papers, looking here and there At
the dead boys work here are a bunch Of
his manuscripts little unpublished
poems that have slipped into pigeoa holes,
awaiting heir turn TO 20 into type:
| have sh4rpSned a new pencil. bat
10 will not make a mark on the
clean copy paper that. under the steady glow
OF the incsndescent light above seems TO
show upon its dead white face the white
dead face up street: my heart is heavy. my
arm neryeless. over there in the cor
ner the incessant click of the wire. that he
never heard. continues. Near it is
his desk-just as he lell it
for we ali expected him back.
All around the room are evidences of hla
genial humor. SIX years through sun
shine and shadow-nesriy all the time he
has been with me-s light hearted Bohe-
mian. He was born with the newspaper
instinct and he died almost with a jest on
his parched lips. Among the kilograms
| which have come TO me tonight with regrets
at poor Grummond's sudden departure
was one from the Hon 4. II. Hosford. OF
the House OF Representatives. Hosford and
| Grummond were the brightest stlrs OF
the galaxy that glitterei in the Detroil
TiHes, LET US hope be passes from this
world Of silence 10 so eternal daybreak in q
world of music" Ii was a world OF silence
| to Grummond, but he seemed 20 hear it all
Singulsrly enough the last thing he evel
wrote for the press was q paragraph for the
| LeGier on the suicide of Joe. Bingham, &
well known Chicago newspaper man. Yes
| terday when he seemed TO think he was re
covering be said / suppose the boys On ths
press will roast me now" And then
when the dazzling lights were befor,
his eyes. and bis head grew
heavy, and ne begged me to let him sleep,
he said. win an effort at a grim smile
"Old man. I croak. it's the last croak Of The
| Raven" An hour later he lurchei forward
| from the chair into my arms and was dead
"The fever called living
Was conquered AZ last"